Don't bring me flowers

You don't bring me flowers any more, what a plaintive refrain, Barbara Streisand at her best, we used to link our own melancholy to these songs or in happier mood feel the urge to dance with Thriller and Michael Jackson. The parties were full of these songs, ABBA and Dancing Queen so much fun so much a release of our cloistered self into an exhibition of of another person who wasn't afraid to be judged, who's only thoughts were for the partner in font of you and the hormonal instinct to attract and show off.  Sitting on ones own, the haunting refrains of the Girl from the North Country Fair with Dylan the bubble of the Beach Boys, so many songs to remind you of those party's when we were young !! 

I have just resumed my subscription of Spotify and sit regaled with the wonder, at the peck of a key to the whole world of music. Classical, Dance Band, Pop and Jazz from any era you chose the whole catalogue.  "The Winner takes it all" ABBA, "Django" by the modern Jazz Quartet, "The Lady with the Flaxen Hair", Chopins, "Moonlight Sonata", Charles Aznavours  "She", "Women in Love" Streisand again. You don't need alcohol to become drunk on the stimulation of music, "Send in the Clowns" makes the mind reel to the melody, listen to those words they are about you !